Note- This story is inspired by 1930's spicy pulp magazine female heroine 'Domino Lady' now in the public domain. Any other resemblance to real persons in a pure coincidence.
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Stormy Daniels had risen from a young and eager porn star to become one of the most respected in the industry. She had directed the majority of her recent feature length adult movies and had turned her fair hand to writing the stories. Having seen an article on pre war pulp fiction she had stumbled on a forgotten fictional heroine from the thirties known as the Domino Lady. Excited at an idea for a movie she began to flesh out a story right there and then.
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'The case of the missing stiff'
Los Angeles, 1936.
"UGH, UGU, UGH."
"That's it big boy, fuck me baby."
"UGH, UGH, UGH."
"Wow, you're the best, I'm creaming here."
Stormy Daniels, stunning socialite, educated at the University of Berkley, was beneath the sweating blubbery Monty Adder as he heaved in and out between her legs with wheezing breath. Naked, in just her black silk stockings, the tousle haired blonde sank back into the lush bed and soft pillow as he fucked her.
"I'm good honey, whenever you're ready."
The smouldering looker stifled a yawn just as the wealthy grey haired male shot his load inside her tight muff. He spluttered and heaved and then rolled off with his shrinking member dribbling on his thigh. Stormy gave him a sneer as she reached out to the nightstand and delved into her purse to retrieve her syringe. Loaded with a knockout serum she plunged the needle into his left arm and he was out like a light.
"Heavens, what a colossal bore!" She exclaimed and stood naked by the large bed.
A willowy and sensuous honey hued blonde with rounded curves and slender waist she hiked up her stockings and went to the mahogany table, rifling through the drawers. Blessed with a flawless and pale complexion her sleek figure turned most heads wherever she went in Los Angeles. Posing as a ditzy blonde who lived for the nightlife and parties, she had an alter ego as the mysterious and unknown Domino Lady.
"Here we go."
Stormy looked at a sheath of note paper tied with a thin black cord and smiled. Dedicated to avenge the murder of her father, Owen, D.A. for the area and gunned down by mobsters, she lived only for this. She retired to the bathroom and attended to her ablutions before leaving. As usual she left her calling card which stated, 'compliments of Domino Lady.'
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The previous evening had begun like many others with Stormy in attendance at a cocktail party on a boulevard a few blocks south of Hollywood High. Clad in a black crepe dress that offset her golden hair, and huge earrings she sipped a glass of champagne and smoked from a cigarette holder. Aloof and bored she shunned any attention from male company as there was only one person of interest to her this night.
"Light me." She said and leaned over to an older gentleman seated at a table with several other similar types.
This was Monty Adder, a well off entrepreneur who had valuable information she needed. Acting nonchalant she knew he was hooked instantly as he eyed her up and down, mentally undressing her. He lingered on her generous 36DD bosom which strained at the front of her drum tight dress and it was fairly obvious by the way it clung to her she had nothing underneath.
"Let's cut to the chase, lover. My place or yours?"
The smoke curled up in his face as he followed her out like a puppy dog. Adder has taken her back to his palatial house in the hills where she had seduced him into bed and then sent him to the land of nod. The femme fatale had no qualms about using her good looks and body to get what she wanted.
Rumours had abounded of late of a fiendish blackmail plot that would reap millions from the silver screen industry, and Adder was intrinsically linked to those mobsters involved. As she perused the papers it appeared to be true as she read several pending demands from all of the major movie studios to cough up or else suffer the consequences. Infuriatingly the letters failed to mention by what means of blackmail was intended. Only one thing, pay a visit to Rob Wyatt pronto.
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Back in the sanctity of her apartment the next evening Stormy rose from her bed after a slumber and peeled the cream silk nightgown from her shapely figure and padded to her ornate bathroom to shower. At five feet seven in bare feet her big breasts swung on her chest as she moved into the stall and turned on the faucets. Once cleansed and towelled she gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror and was pleased with the result.
Her nipples stood out proud, two hard points surrounded by prominent areolas. She turned side on and smiled at the firm spheres of her high and tight ass pushed out behind her on two perfect hemispheres. Going to the walk in closet she retrieved the slinky floor length evening gown of white satin and slipped into it with a shimmy of her wide hips. Her golden hair fell in loose waves about her bare shoulders as she smoothed out the form fitting gown. Backless and with a daring plunging neckline she appeared every inch the sex kitten she was, the look accentuated by the big gash up to her left thigh. She donned the black velvet domino mask that hid her features and stepped into a pair of white six inch stiletto pumps. Last but not least she concealed her .22 calibre automatic in a garter around her right thigh. Domino was ready for action!
Driving to the Franklin Arms Hotel on Wiltshire Boulevard in her Cadillac V-16, the blonde vamp took the elevator to the sumptuous penthouse where Rob rented the suite. Ex big game hunter, occasional actor, but above all else the man was a master of blackmail. If anyone was going to be involved in the take down of Hollywood she would lay odds of him being in on it. At the precise hour of midnight the Domino moved cautiously through the main room, the cold butt of her trusty gun in her right fist. Despite the fact Wyatt was loaded and had no need for money he had a cruel streak and got a thrill in committing crime.
"I knew you'd come eventually. You've been a thorn in my side for a terribly long time."
Stormy jumped as the room became illuminated and the imposing figure of Wyatt stood with a loaded pistol pointed directly at her midriff! Her sparking blue eyes flashed out from behind the small eyeholes as she realised he had the drop on her. She could feel his burning gaze on her ample bosom that pushed upward and out as she breathed, her blood pounded in her ears.
"I must compliment you, what a charming outfit, you have a killer body."
Stormy eyed him up too, tall, lean and ruggedly handsome. He had that smooth magnetic personality that made woman swoon over and even she felt an instant attraction to the lantern jawed male. Dressed in a dressing gown he closed the door behind him and motioned for her to drop her weapon.
"Drop it or I'll put daylight through you. Now, if you would be so kind as to join young Mister McKane on the couch."
Stormy followed his view and saw her acquaintance, private detective Roge McKane, trussed up like a turkey and gagged. His dark eyes were wide with fear as she sat next to him, thigh to thigh. She nonchalantly tossed her gun away and joined the captive gumshoe on the couch, throwing her left leg up over the other with a seductive motion. Her slender bared thigh drew another stare from Wyatt, as well as her top heavy curves.
"You see my dear, things are tedious these days with no thrill or action to be had. The sheer boredom of life itself grates on my nerves. Whereas in Europe, especially in Germany, things are most exciting and I yearn to sail there."
He lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring at the two on the couch.
"Herr Hitler has conceived a most brilliant plan to belittle and embarrass the United States in a daring prelude to his plans of major rule, lest the Yanks decide to join in. Together with the greatest, and most warped minds in the world there has been developed a wonder drug. An impotency drug no less. The ruse about blackmailing Hollywood was a smoke screen."
Stormy eyed him with disbelief and then roared with laughter.
"What, so our boys have limp dicks and we just stay out of war? A bit delusional, pal."
"The serum has a two told effect. At the same time the drug renders all male citizens with erectile dysfunction, the female of the species develops an irresistible compunction to copulate with anyone in close proximity. The pandemonium caused will remove any unwanted consideration for the US to aid England and France when they get trampled underfoot by the Nazi jackboot."
Stormy looked at the seemingly mad Wyatt as he unveiled the nefarious plot and then at Roge beside her. Playing both sides, subtle twist. Was it possible that every red blooded woman in the grip of sexual fervour would be unable to get laid?
"Fortunately there is another serum that reverses the effect on the male in the blink of an eye. So the lucky ones such as myself will have the cream of the crop of L.A.'s finest women."
He grinned at the Domino Lady and opened his gown to reveal his nakedness. Her gaze lowered to peer at his not too shabby prick that began to rise to the occasion.
"Allow me to give you a unique demonstration."
Wyatt held a syringe containing an opaque liquid and plunged it into the upper arm of the tied private eye who winced in silence at the tiny prick. He was untied and the dressing gown about his person was yanked from his naked frame. As Stormy looked on she too was stabbed in the upper arm and instantly felt a weird, yet wonderful feeling of euphoria. Her only thought was to strip off and embrace the two men in her presence.
"Oh my, what a pair of ravishing hunks you are," she purred in a trance like state.
Working with the speed of a stripper, the blonde bombshell wriggled and wormed her way out of the confines of her floor length dress which puddled around her stilettos. As was her want she had declined to don any underwear. Her twin mountains spilled out large and pendulous and her upper thighs opened slightly to expose the plump vulva that nestled luxuriously between her alluring pale thighs. The wispy fluff of fair pubes just at the top already betrayed her arousal with a hint of moisture turning the golden hair darker.
"Will you get a load of this kiddo! What a dame!" Said Wyatt.
